𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (Ash Trilogy #3) ✔️

36

Being in a state when you're not conscious, but not unconscious is strange. It's like you can hear everything and feel everything, but you can't just get up. You're stuck.

A hand grabs my face. It's enough to pull me back slightly. Everything is so loud, from the alarm to the sound of the building caving in on itself.

"Luc!" I hear Snow shout over all the noise. Snow. The sound of her voice manages to have me peek open my eyes, even if it's just slightly.

Her face is covered in a mix of fear and worry. The orange glow from the flames hit her, making the outline of her hair look golden. Sparks fly from the fire in front of my vision. I want to smile at her, I want to kiss her, but I can't move.

A piece of the ceiling falls nearby, making her jump and cover her head. The hot wind blows her hair behind her shoulder and when she uncovers her head I see how panicked she looks.

Leave me here, I want to say.

Get out, and get to safety.

But I can't move.

Snow leaps up as more of the ceiling falls. She grabs my leg and begins pulling me toward the exit. She grunts loudly while doing so. I'm a tall, muscular man, and she's a small girl. I'm way too heavy for her.

I feel my back sliding against the floor. The area I had been in just seconds ago was now covered in flames and would've killed me.

I go in and out of consciousness. I see the fire moving above me, then I black out. I feel my back sliding, then I black out. 

The floor beside us is all on fire. The last bit of the ceiling that hasn't caved in yet is screaming to. There are only seconds left. I try and tell her to leave me, but I can't. And she doesn't give up. She's continuing to shout while dragging me with all the strength she has.

Then I black out again. 

I don't know for how long, but the next thing I hear is the sound of the last bit of the ceiling collapsing. I hear the angry flames and am prepared for them to fall onto my body. 

"Luc!" I hear Snow again. It's the only thing that manages to make me crack open my eyes. She's leaning over me, she looks so scared, I never want her to feel that way. But then I realize we're right at the exit. The flames burn all around us. The small amount of tiling above was all that hadn't fallen in yet. 

Her face is tinted orange from the flames. Debris is stuck in her blonde hair.

I open my mouth. It's so, so hard to speak. But I manage to whisper, "Get out of here."

If I die in here, I can die happy knowing that she didn't. I don't care what happens to me. I only care about what happens to her. 

Her bottom lip trembles. Tears roll from her eyes. She shakes her head.

"No," she cries. 

No? Go, fucking go and live somewhere. Live where you'll be happy don't die in here.

But I can't say anything else. Snow stands up. Firey debris is hitting her and she's screaming and swatting it away. I feel her pull my leg again.

And then once again, I black out. 

Snow was definitely the best thing to ever happen to me in my entire life. But it was never supposed to end up like this. What was just supposed to be one annoyed glare in a classroom turned into a love unlike any other. A love I'd die for. A love I'd kill for. A love that I was behind bars for, facing life. All because of that one annoyed glare, it ended up like this.